[Verse 1]
Load up
Like a n***a packing some cargo
Like a maniac when the car's towed
Get cracked in relation to a soft cone
Drop more lines than a motherf**ing bar code
You don't really want this work
I'm outcast and them n***as a**, more a** than a twerk
Hold up, life on the line, my n***as do time
My n***a Chris in that house, and he ain't living fine dine
You daddy and mine, was never there so
We k** those, and f** hoes, like dil*os
And still live like weirdos, God damn
This that sh** they'll k** for
But I walk around like I am bulletproof
And that is fully true appeal for
That thug sh**, they love it, I was it. but does it?
Give the same hype, same hype for when they're busting
Like a f**ing zip lock, when I start pick pock
n***as on the strip co*ked with a fff nine
Giving your b**h co*k, when the f**ing stick rock
Bring eight friends, I could fff all nine
And that's that liquor talking
My dick a Tonka truck when I f** this up
And they hate the way I feel to give no f**!
[Hook]
This that sh** they wanna k** for
This that sh** they wanna k** for
This that sh** they wanna k** for
This that sh** they wanna
k** for that
Put it in your grill for that
sh** they wanna k** for
This that sh** they wanna k** for
This that sh** they wanna
k** for that
Put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for that
Me!
I make mills off that
k** that
[Verse 2]
Memories keep telling me f** up anything that is not a friend of me
b**h you can get in front, never ahead of me
Hit it from the back, get her squirming like a centipede
On this notepad, I go mad
With me solo, there's no hope
And these rappers are not rad
They take up space like a whole note
Man my time is the realest, f** your time, it just ain't
Try to stand up to this sh**, get knocked out like a faint
This that DGM flow, this that BMG business
Never thoughts of a God, I don't give no forgiveness
Because these b**hes are something, they're taking toll
On me, while stressing, I'm taking a toke
And then I'm confessing, I'm getting so cold
Runaway rhymes, so I never go home
Even as a tod, never was the type to start a f**ing prob
Now its time to just f** up, everything, ceilings crumble to the floor
I leave a p**y just blown, I would trombone your hoe
Then pa** it on to her hoe, and beat it like metronomes
That's the way that it goes, so I don't love, I just flow
To make a mill and get more head than a pillow
[Hook]